"Thumbnails need a trim," I whispered to myself. “I should go get the clippers.”
A quick trip to the medicine cabinet for the clippers... found myself wondering why I was perched atop the composting toilet, looking out the window, admiring the view.
A couple minutes later I was back at the lakeside bar. Still a beautiful mellow evening. Wine sipping sweetly. "Thumbnails need a trim," I whispered to myself. "I should go get the clippers."